This is a song about "Real stuff"

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

And i can't help but notice

He's the one doing his stuff

I'm a magician so please focus

Have to leave without your stuff

Wood chain with a jesus

Damn man that's some good stuff

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Niggas that guided me through

Wish i could stuff all you

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

I just light up and focus